Page 86 of Griffin
“Eyes open, sweetness.”
My eyes ping open, and I meet his gaze in the reflection before I look over us. One of his hands is gripping my hip, pulling me to him tightly. The other is on my pussy, his fingers working me over and over, my skin becoming hot, my heart starting to thud.
“Yes…” I pant, watching us together in the mirror. His tall, broad frame towers over my smaller one. My body is full of new curves, and his is hard and solid. We’re a contradiction, yet he makes me feel so alive, so beautiful, so wanted.
“You’re already wet for me, sweetness… I know you love my fingers, but my cock really needs you.” His lips haven’t left my skin, and I nod into his kisses.
“Yes… yes, I want that… So bad…” I gulp, my mouth dry from panting so much. As his finger circles my clit, I feel myself getting close. My legs start to tremble before he moves his hand to my inner thigh, spreading me wider, his other hand doing the same on the other leg.
“Put your hands on the vanity.” His voice is low, his command clear, and I do as he says without question. My hands find the vanity as he widens my stance and grips on to my hips.
“Slow and steady, baby,” he tells me, and I already feel him nudging my core. He goes slow. It’s the smart thing to do after what I’ve been through, but my need for him increases with every touch. I push back a little, ensuring he slides in quicker, and he growls. There’s no pain. I feel full, tight, but no pain at all. I love the stretch of him.
“Greedy girl…” I hear his restraint. His body is coiled tight, going slow for me. I feel him inch by inch, almost all the way inside me. “You good, baby?”
“I’m good… I’m sooo good…” I reassure him breathily, gripping the counter, and he starts to move.
“You’re fucking amazing.” His hold on my hips is claiming. The kind that leaves bruises, the glorious kind. He thrusts forward and pulls me to him, starting gently, his need increasing gradually until there’s nothing for me to do but hold on so I don’t topple.
“Yes, Griffin… yessss…” It feels amazing. Different than before, not harder, not painful, just a little different.
Our skin slaps as he goes a little harder. The pleasurable pain starts to rise. My body jiggles, moving in a way I haven’t before. His eyes watch me in the reflection of the mirror.
“Fuck,” he growls as his hands move, cupping my breasts, keeping me braced against him.
I whimper as one of his hands glides up my chest, to my throat, and he grips my neck, pulling my head to meet his. A brandishing kiss awaits. His lips move against mine, and everything in my mind is gone except for this moment.
We missed this stage of our relationship. The stage when you have sex everywhere, on every surface, whenever you can. The stage when you’re so eager to be with one another that it’s all you think about. All you want. The fun, flirty, dating phase. We moved straight to the baby makes three stage and are only now coming back to each other. Exploring, finding what works. How we feel together.
And this definitely works.
While I know my old church would see what I’m doing with Griffin as a sin. Sex before marriage. Sex like this at all. But I don’t care. I’ve never experienced anything like this. The overwhelming desire to give this man everything he wants. Do anything he asks of me and give him all of me in return. He makes me feel alive. Wanted, cherished. I’ve never had that before. From anyone.
“Harder…” I beg of him, and as his gaze shoots down to meet mine, I nod.
So he does. He thrusts harder, his hands grip me tighter, and the sweat we’re both working up is slick against our skin.
“You begging for me, sweetness?”
“Yes… pleassseee…” I moan, long and low.
“Fuck, I’ll give you anything. I’ll give you anything you want.” His grip on my neck tightens, in a good way, and he pulls my face to meet his again, leaning down and kissing me as my body starts to shake.
“I’m coming!” I gasp.
“I’m going to come inside you…” It’s a question I’m already nodding to.
“Yes… Oh God… I’m coming…” I lose it then. All awareness of time, of responsibilities, I’m lost in the sensation of being a wanted woman. My orgasm takes over, my toes curl, my body tenses, and my legs widen automatically, wanting all of him as deep as he’ll go.
Griffin tenses, his thrusts powerful before he lets go with a guttural groan. “Fuuucckkkkk yessssss…”
The two of us are panting. My feet barely touch the ground, my back sealed to his front. His mouth is already on my shoulder, kissing me all over as we both come back to ourselves. Our movements turn to soothing touches as we catch our breath.
“Are you feeling alright?” he asks as he kisses my lips again.
“Never better… you?” I admit, not caring that he’s taking my full weight, not having a lot of strength in my legs now anyway.
“Oh, sweetness… I want to do that over and over and over again…” he says with a smile, and I can’t help but giggle. Because I would like to do it again too.
